Scarlett Yates disliked his tone, which carried an air of superiority, treating people's pain as if it were a joke.
One breath away from death...
Upon hearing these words, Scarlett's eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
If it weren't for her urgent need to know about Matthew Saxon, she would have stood up and left.
But now she couldn't; despite feeling uncomfortable and upset, she had to endure.
She took a deep breath, bit her lip, endured, and endured again. Once she controlled her temper, she looked at the man and said, "Sir, love doesn't necessarily need to be proven by dying for it. I wouldn't do such a thing, but that doesn't mean I don't love him."
The man let out a dismissive hum: "You're not too foolish. Those women who live and die for love, I despise them most. You're right, love doesn't need to be proven by dying for it."
"Sometimes, living well, and keeping this person in your heart for a lifetime, is also a way of deeply loving them."
